omg i cant sleep my foot hurts so bad its keeping me awake
and also im juts randomly nauseous???? like i was fine like a minutw ago
i think im gonna die/j
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omg i cant sleep my foot hurts so bad its keeping me awake
and also im juts randomly nauseous???? like i was fine like a minutw ago
i think im gonna die/j
help I have been possessed by the angst gremlins and desperately need to share-
I'm imagining an AU where Sephiroth gets his wing while still sane but he starts over preening out of stress, compulsively pulling out healthy feathers. it's a self-perpetuating cycle because it feels good in the moment but then his wing is left patchy and painful so he gets more stressed so he preens more so he gets more stressed so he preens more and it doesn't take long until the only feathers left are the ones he can't reach by himself. he does his best to hide it but eventually someone discovers him with a bare wing and a sad collection of feathers in his hand
Shsbbshdhdhdhd PLOW, HOW COULD YOU MAIM MY HEART LIKE THIS????? 🥺🥺🥺
Ahhhhhhh that is a cruel but delicious headcanon, my friendo ;-; ;-; ;-;
…Just imagine, too, if Sephiroth had cherished his wing. Imagine if it was one of the very few things in his life he had control over. Imagine if it was the blanket that had swaddled him in warmth when he slept in a cold and bitter cell, left without a bed. The security blanket that he’d envelop himself in before examinations, tests, procedures. The very wing he had vowed he would one day be able to fly with. The very wing that kept him anchored to who he was: Sephiroth, a boy. A teenager. A man.
And now, gone.
Gone in a matter of weeks.
Left as deciduous as the limbs of a dying tree.
Maybe the wing made him a monster, anyway.
i just remembered the fanarts of Shroud , michael etc... finding old stuff from early L'manburg and playing with it. Ouch my heart
- cupid
OOOWWWW????? AOIHFAEHUOOH!!!!!!!!! Shroud and Michael excitedly showing off the cool hats and dusty "blanket" they found stashed somewhere under piles of boxes and cbenchtrio having to hastily take the stuff away and firmly tell them to never play with those things for reasons they will never truly understand.. SOB
I bought suspenders and they're so tight my pants stick to my buttcrack 💀😭
We out here with sprained ankles.
TUMMY HURT AND THE BATHROOM LIGHT AT WORK HAS BANISHED ME INTO DARKNESS
today is for hitting my eyebrow piercing on fucking everything